The fart is not seen by everyone as a
harbinger of death. Rousseau (1712-1778) here records the last words of one Madame de
Vercellis, with whom he was staying when she died.
Towards the end of her illness, she
assumed a sort of gaiety, which was too regular to be unreal, and which was
only a counterpoise to her melancholy condition and was the gift of reason. She
only kept her bed for the last two days, and continued to converse quietly with
everyone to the last. Finally when she could no longer talk and was already in
her death agony, she broke wind loudly. “Good,” she said, turning over, “a
woman who can fart is not dead.” Those were the last words she spoke.
(Jean-Jacques Rousseau – Les
Confessions 1781)
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